Maxioms by Thomas Carlyle
Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real read more
Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work.
Man always worships something; always he sees the Infinite
shadowed forth in something finite; and indeed can and must read more
Man always worships something; always he sees the Infinite
shadowed forth in something finite; and indeed can and must so
see it in any finite thing, once tempt him well to fix his eyes
thereon.
Every new opinion, at its starting, is precisely in a minority of one.
Every new opinion, at its starting, is precisely in a minority of one.
Biography is the only true history
Biography is the only true history
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer read more
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come
